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    Lest I Forget (8)

    “I hate it here, baby. When you wake up I’ll take you home, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything; I’ll take care of you. Whatever you need, just wake up, all right? I can’t do this without you, Al. I just have no idea what to do.” I wasn’t sure if I was referring to the hospital itself or life in general, but it didn’t really matter. Either way, I was having a hard time and I knew it would only get worse if she stayed asleep…or didn’t wake up at all. I tried to shake that thought out of my head with little success.

    There didn’t seem to be much to say after that. I just told her I loved her and left the room. It was too hard to sit there and look at her, knowing she wouldn’t respond. So, I did what I usually do when I’m upset and wandered around the hospital. I walked up and down the hall a few times and thought about how Alice used to chastise me for pacing, telling me I was going to wear holes in her carpet. After she’d finally convinced me to pay to have the entire house recarpeted after we’d moved in, she had expressly forbidden me to pace. Ever.

    Even in circumstances like this, the memory of it made me laugh. I’m sure that if anyone had been in the hallway they’d have probably referred me to the psychiatric ward, but I didn’t care. I figured it was better to be laughing about something stupid than crying again. My eyes still felt puffy and dry, and I knew I had to look like a wreck. At the moment, I was just glad that my kids weren’t here to see me. They’d definitely make me go home, no matter how much I fought them.

    For the most part Al’s ban on pacing had worked, but sometimes when she wasn’t looking I did it anyway. Old habits die hard, I guess. I was starting to feel a bit of a cramp in my left leg when one of the night nurses stopped me and pointed me in the direction of the vending machines on the third floor.

    Feeling better since I finally had a destination to pace to, I went up there and got myself an energy drink. I usually didn’t touch caffeine, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt me at this point. I was so far off my diet and past any sort of caring about it that it had ceased to matter.

    Comments

    1. Damn! I forgot to comment last chapter. So sorry, MT! Great New Year’s present! Such a sweet chapter. Love that Dana could not sleep well without Alice. True soulmates. So many great touches: Dana pacing when Al wasn’t looking, showering together over the years, the knitted blanket, etc. — wonderful. Poor Dana. It is really hard to keep vigil like that. Stupid Gemma’s girlfriend! I would be willing to give her Jules if Kallie doesn’t work out. Interesting touch about Helena and Tina. I do like that Dylan was apparently there for Helena until the end. You rock, MT. Best wishes for 2008! Thanks so much for the new chapter!!

    2. By the time I finished reading this chapter, I am a lot more sober after partying all night. OMG, MaGoose, again you saved me from typing half of my comments. I love the blanket too, so A, so sweet. I was about to start a “Feed Dana” campaign and then they brought her a Thanksgiving dinner. I also like the nice surprise about T & H getting back together. I am elated to find A slowly waking up. Poor D she really needed to get some rest. I am starting to worry about her again. She could not afford to be sick. I lmao when MaGoose offered Jules. As for you, MT, I am sorry to hear that you are depressed. I am sure MaGoose will not mind letting the D from “Closure” to take care of you for a day or two. Then everyone will be happy. Thank you MT, like MaGoose said, “YOU ROCK.” And please continue to rock in 2008. So keep your chin up and I wish you happiness, good health & prosperity this coming year!

    3. Hey MT, what a way to start the New Year. Your writing continues to blow me away. I loved the part about the blanket, such an Alice thing to do…so cute. You’re teasing us a little with this story though, when I read the first chapter I accepted that there was no hope for Alice and that I had to read the story accepting it was destined to end a certain way…that was before I realised that you were in love with Alice, now slowly each chapter you are feeding us grains of hope and I’m starting to wonder if you have it in you to do anything really bad to your woman!

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